Lucia Daramus

Rookie - 215 Points (4-08-1976 / Stroud, UK)

Identity - Poem by Lucia Daramus

by Lucia Daramus

I am in the dark
the death pushes me
the light is in my soul
Who will see it?
I play of life and death
the trees claws bite me
do not cry when I die
I play of Sylvia Plath
I am Sylvia Plath.

I live in a continue numbness
I enter in my mind like a lioness
I torn myself on the inside
I hurt myself, I do not know to cry
I will soon die, soon
I play of Sylvia Plath
I am Sylvia Plath.

Topic(s) of this poem: identity

Form: Bio

Poet's Notes about The Poem

It is about me

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 12, 2015

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